March 03, 2003 :: 6:21 p.m.
sometimes we've got to sing out of key
Emily cannot be in the room without the TV blaring. My dad is the same way with the radio - the only difference is that NPR is much less annoying than the crap she watches. I will never understand this constant need for noise. I like the quiet, the stillness and the peace that are so conducive to actual thought. You know, cranial function. The radio, the TV... it's all just distraction unless you're focused on it. She keeps the TV on while she's studying, or reading, or on the phone. She even keeps it on when she's not here. She's like a zombie, entranced by its flickering, mind-numbing glow. It's weird and I don't like it. No surprise there, though, because hey - don't like her, either.
It's 18 degrees outside. It's been around that all day, and I cannot help but ask: WHAT THE FUCK? It was 44 degrees yesterday. It was nice. Chilly, but nice. And now it's just icy and frigid and windy and horrible again, with yesterday's warmth just serving to make today's cold all the more unbearable. I don't even know if I'm going to go for a walk tonight, because it's freezing and I can't stand it. I hate winter.
I probably will go out, though, if only because it's the only way I can get any alone time at all. Emily isn't going to leave, so I have to. Such a fun situation. I'll miss it oh so much when it's over.
Adam and I are going to the student center to do some homework in a bit, which is no fun at all but, unfortunately, must be done. I drew out some ideas for my stupid symbol things this afternoon in class, and while I don't particularly care for any of them, I don't care AT ALL about the class. So they'll do. I just have to find a picture of handcuffs someplace and I'll be all set. I'm really tempted to just skip that class tomorrow. I hate it. It's just too long to be any kind of humane. The problem with skipping it, though, is two-fold. I have class with the same professor the next day, and I won't have any idea what to do for the next project. I don't even know if there IS a next project, what with spring break at the end of the week and all. Whatever. I'll end up going despite the fact that it torments me and drains my life energy, because I have some fucked up sense of responsibility. I suck.
Must go ready myself for homework time. Rah!
Cheers.
Oh yeah - happy 3/3/03. The one I'm really waiting for is 6/6/06, because I love me some good anti-christ gossip.
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